Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Chapter 222 The Final Farewell

Judging from the direction the Queen's procession was heading, it was obviously heading to Jun's house.

At this hour, I came to Jun's house, but the Queen's best friend Wen Canglan was attacking the Queen.

Jun Fuyao instantly realized that the Queen's visit to the Jun family this time would definitely be beneficial to the Jun family but harmful to the Queen, otherwise the Queen would not resort to such a desperate measure and rashly kill her own Queen.

Thinking of this, Jun Fuyao took action without hesitation and blocked Wen Canglan's palm.

Unfortunately, firstly, he was a beat too slow, and secondly, they were too far apart. Although Jun Fuyao tried his best, he could only block two-thirds of the force, and one-third of the pure spiritual power still hit Rong Guanxiu's back.

Even a ninth-level spiritual warrior might not be able to withstand one-third of the power of a supreme being, let alone Rong Guanxiu, a weak man with no cultivation at all.

Seeing that she had succeeded, Wen Canglan wanted to retreat quickly, but Jun Fuyao would never let her do as she wished.

Jun Fuyao rushed over, and before he arrived, his powerful aura had already pressed towards Wen Canglan.

Wen Canglan felt her breath choked instantly. She was shocked and quickly drew her sword to slash at Jun Fuyao, while retreating rapidly.

While retreating, he swung his sword to chop down the big trees on the roadside, hoping to slightly slow down Jun Fuyao's forward speed.

It doesn't need to be too much, as long as it can hold off for a moment, Wen Canglan is confident that she can fly away immediately.

But Jun Fuyao did not dodge or evade, but passed directly through the tree and appeared in front of Wen Canglan in a moment.

Wen Canglan was horrified and hurriedly swung her sword at Jun Fuyao, but the sword light had just flashed when Jun Fuyao's palm hit her chest.

Then he felt a pain in his arm and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Then his shoulder felt pain again, and then Jun Fuyao hit his lower abdomen and dantian twice with his knees.

Wen Canglan suddenly felt stars in her eyes, her internal organs were burning, and she vomited a mouthful of blood. The spiritual energy in her body became a mess, and she could not use any of her pure and strong spiritual power at all.

Mr. Wen, who had killed the queen so majestically the moment before, became a dead dog that breathed more than it breathed in the next moment. He was strangled by Jun Fuyao by the neck and thrown heavily to the ground.

After dealing with Wen Canglan, Jun Fuyao immediately appeared beside Rong Guanxiu, took his pulse, and a trace of pure spiritual power was transferred into his body.

Wu Qinghua was still kneeling on the ground with her broken knees, holding her father tightly in her arms, looking at Jun Fuyao with pleading eyes, and pleading weakly and desperately: "Jun... please... save my father, please..."

As soon as Jun Fuyao felt Rong Guanxiu's pulse, his heart sank...

All the internal organs are burning and the heart vessels are ruptured.

Human power is limited. With such serious injuries, even Jun Fuyao cannot save him.

Now, the only thing Jun Fuyao can do is to use the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the space to try his best to hold on to Rong Guanxiu's last breath, so that he can... bid farewell to Ye Zheying for the last time...

No wonder Ye Zheying looked so uneasy and restless just now, it turned out to be because of this.

To what extent must love be possible for such telepathy to occur?

Jun Fuyao couldn't remain indifferent to this infatuation.

However, this method can only last for a cup of tea at most.

Jun Fuyao no longer hesitated and shouted to the sky: "Ye Zheying, come here quickly..."

Rong Guanxiu's eyes, which had been dull, suddenly brightened up after hearing the name Ye Zheying, flashing with endless expectation and attachment...

Ye Zheying's uneasiness became more and more intense, and she could hardly hold it back and wanted to rush to the palace alone.

At this moment, she heard Jun Fuyao's call and ran over without any hesitation...

From a distance, she saw Jun Fuyao squatting on the ground, and there seemed to be someone lying in front of her.

Ye Zheying's breath was choked, her heart ached, and her mind went blank. She ran towards Jun Fuyao unconsciously...but her eyes were fixed on the person lying there...

It was getting closer, and she could see clearly...

At this moment, it seemed as if everything in the world did not exist, and the only thing left in Ye Zheying's eyes was that face, which was so familiar that it was unforgettable.

She just stared at him...

He also looked at her steadily...

There was undisguised affection in his eyes.

Neither side dared to blink, for fear that if they blinked they would no longer be able to see each other.

Rong Guanxiu's eyes were filled with indescribable attachment, reluctance, and guilt. He tried to move his lips, tears streaming before he could say a word, and he tried to shout, "Aying..."

Just two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

“Xiu’er…” Ye Zheying’s face turned pale, her eyes were filled with sorrow, her body softened, and she fell to her knees with a plop: “Xiu’er…who is it? Who hurt you? You…”

Before Ye Zheying finished her sentence, she felt a sweetness in her throat and a mouthful of blood rushed up, but she forced it back.

With Ye Zheying's eyesight, how could she not see... Rong Guanxiu was already on the verge of death.

"Aying... it's so nice to see you again..." Rong Guanxiu looked at Ye Zheying with infinite affection. At this moment, he no longer suppressed his emotions and said softly: "These years,... I miss you every moment... I miss the sweetness we had in the past... I want... I want to hold your hand and grow old with you... It's a pity... God plays tricks on us..."

Ye Zheying knelt there in a daze, feeling that her heart was empty. She kept saying foolishly, "Xiu'er...Xiu'er..."

"Aying..." Rong Guanxiu wanted to raise his hand to touch Ye Zheying's face, but he was too weak to do so.

Ye Zheying carefully took his hand and placed it on her face. Feeling the soft touch, she couldn't help but burst into tears...

"Jun Fuyao..." Rong Guanxiu still looked at Ye Zheying's face and said softly, "Rakshasa Hall... is in the three camps of the imperial guards..."

Jun Fuyao had been holding Rong Guanxiu's right hand, supplying him with spiritual energy to support him in his final farewell to Ye Zheying. Upon hearing this, he was startled, then said solemnly, "Thank you."

"Aying... I... I'm going to go... Hua'er... Hua'er, I'll leave it to you..." Rong Guanxiu forced a smile with difficulty, his eyes full of reluctance.

Ye Zheying's eyes were blurred with tears, but she didn't make a sound. She bit her lower lip with her teeth, and blood slowly flowed out, but she was unaware of it.

Rong Guanxiu seemed to realize something when he saw this. He sighed softly and pleaded with Jun Fuyao with difficulty: "Jun Fuyao... please, for my sake... take good care of Hua'er... even if... even if you don't want to marry him, please... please take good care of him... I beg you..."

Jun Fuyao looked at Rong Guanxiu's eyes that were filled with infinite pleading and longing, and finally couldn't bear to refuse a father's last request before his death, so he nodded silently.